Coming second best is close to ideal
I take them all, they line my stomach wall

Oh, I don't believe the hype
Coming second best is close to ideal
North, south, east where's best?

If I head left, it turns out directionless

My waters break, don't drive for pity's sake
Coming second best is close to ideal
Where we stand or where we fall

And needle point aside, I always find
So don't mention the war, don't question
'Cause I'm too weary to rest, since I noticed
So much to do, so many goldfish to feed
I search a water glass but gin hits first
With customary thirst

'Cause I'm too weary to rest since I noticed
What fools boredom breeds

Embroidery leaves me blind
And paracetamol
Expectancy will always spoil a party
'Cause I'm too weary to rest, since I noticed
It's tourniquet by crochet